| Upty-Do |
[ May 29th, 2011 ] |
Strange dream this morning. I'd gone to Europe to see the royal wedding. I had on a pink gown that looked sort of like this, but with fancy pink chiffon-like material draped criss-crossed over my shoulders. I had my dress on, and my face all made up perty-like. I was headed to the wedding when I realized I hadn't done a thing with my hair. PANIC! I dashed off to the store that sold hair supplies because, apparently, I hadn't packed any. So I was gandering through the place when I noticed customers began taking hair irons out of the packages. Everyone ganged up on me like hungry zombies and began curling my hair! I fled and returned to my hotel.
I went to the hotel lobby and boarded this old elevator with a wrought iron gate. The keypad looked very much like the keypad on a vending machine. There were separate letter and number buttons. I pressed "A" and "1." Steak sauce, ha-ha! Ahem. Nothing happened. I noticed two old codgers seated on a bench opposite the elevator. They were both laughing at me. I tried punching buttons again. Nothing. Eventually I became so frustrated that I shouted, "I'm a bloody American, and I don't know what to do!" I looked at the keypad once more and spotted a button I hadn't seen before. The button read, "Upty-Do." I punched it and the elevator took me up.
And that's about all I remember. |
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| Nothing of Importance |
[ February 17th, 2011 ] |
I have my window opened a crack. It's nice having semi-fresh air filtering into my bedroom again. I am definitely looking forward to spring. It is my second favorite season, with autumn being my first. They're the happy mediums. Winter is nice to have for a while. I absolutely hate summer. It's far too hot for my liking. And my skin was not built to withstand sunlight. I step outside and everyone's like, "Go stand under a tree, woman! Put on the SPF 5-Gazillion! Hurry qui- oh shit. It's too late. She combusted."
Wish I had something else to talk about. But I don't. Why did I even post this? -.- |
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| Too Much Free Time |
[ January 29th, 2011 ] |
I must purchase a mug from this site. I think I'll buy the "Ironforge" mug that depicts a dwarf. Dwarves are too awesome with their humor, bad tempers, and Scottish accents. Which is, by the way, the awesomenest accent. I could listen to a Scotsman talk about the texture of toilet paper for five hours.
Since I've already expressed my nerdism in embarrassing amounts, I must mention my squeefulness toward the great minds of Blizzard. I recently completed a "World of Warcraft" quest entitled, "Gnomebliteration." You control a giant flame ball that rolls over a seemingly endless supply of gnomes. There is nothing more exciting than flattening terrified, diminutive, beings. That brings me to the pygmies. "Thieving Little Pluckers" is a quest that involves bashing apart a tower of tiny men with the equivalent of Thor's mighty hammer. So fun I could die.
Ahh... WoW. It spawns little minions that climb inside your ears and rape your brain. I love it. |
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| Confusionment |
[ January 18th, 2011 ] |
What has happened to the television series, "Being Human"? The actors went and had some major plastic surgery, or some such. Apparently we yanks have gone and crapped on it? What has happened? Is the BBC version still airing? I've been waiting to Netflix season three. I do not comprehend what Syfy has done. I am confused. |
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